CHILDREN OF THE CORN

We made our annual trip to the pumpkin patch on Monday evening.   Almost immediately, G and the boys disappeared into this......

Personally, I try to stay out of corn mazes.  I'm afraid I might die of allergies.  Or of  whatever whoever is hiding in the corn.  I believe Stephen King had something to say about that, and when Stephen King tells me to stay out of corn fields and away from rabid St. Bernards, I listen.

Not to mention, the corn maze is not the most economical of the pumpkin patch choices.

But they certainly got their money's worth.  They were in the corn maze for almost an hour!  Just as I was starting to worry they would never come out, they emerged.  From the entrance. 

Feeling that the corn maze had defeated them, they decided to go back in, through the exit, in search of a path that would connect them back to the entrance.  They were gone again for a very long time, and when they emerged, it was not from the exit or the entrance.  They came back through the front gate of the pumpkin patch.  Having been totally and completely lost, they walked sideways out of the corn and followed the railroad tracks back to the road.

What did I do while they were lost in the corn for 90 minutes?  Besides wondering how long I should wait before sending in a search party, I took pictures.  Lot's of pictures.

  

As the sun got lower and lower in the sky, there were actually a few minutes where I wondered if the pumpkin patch would close and my family would have to spend the night in the corn.  I, of course, would have gone home to sleep in my own bed.

But happily, no one had to camp out in the corn field.  They even came out in time for me to snap a few quick pictures of them before we headed home.

Happy pumpkin picking!